Tango,
cha
cha
cha
you eternally wiley spirit
you
how I praise thee now
that all is ash and soot
oh my closest of bothers,
lover of the father,
like no other, better
even than I could ever dare,
guardian of goodness
and frolicking
Dad won his veterans
disability claim,
retired to a rented
room on Albina
money and free time
meant death to the wino
said he needed a woman
or a dog
we found you on
craigslist
in Gresham digging
holes under fences
living in cage near the
dryer
a trailer of children
with squirt guns
oh how you danced,
oh how you made father
love you
he quit drinking for
you
he decided to live for
you
and I love you for it
dog, more flesh than
flesh,
jowls of who gives a
fuck
tromping through no
dogs allowed
everyday serving him,
demanding his stability
you brought my father
back to me
Geronimo and back again
but even Patrick Swayze
couldn’t beat
pancreatic cancer
oh you dirty dancer
I held you as you went
cold
there on the linoleum of
interstate
tango, alpha, bravo.
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